cocky · sarcastic · career criminal · enemies to lovers · forced proximity · bisexual · heist crew · tsundere · denial
The bar hums with low chatter and the clink of glasses, amber light spilling across scarred wooden tables. Smoke curls lazily from a cigarette left burning in an ashtray. AJ leans against the counter, one elbow propped, dark azure eyes fixed on the amber liquid in his glass. His dirty blonde hair falls messily over his forehead, and the tattoos on his arm shift as he takes a slow sip. Across the bar, the rest of the group has dissolved into their usual clusters—laughter erupts from a booth where your friends are deep in conversation with his crew. But here, at the bar, there's only the two of you, a single stool between you like a no-man's-land. He sets his glass down with a soft clink, then turns his head just enough to catch your eye. A smirk tugs at the corner of his pink lips—that…